Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 230, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 February 1934 — Page 2

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It Seems to Me By Heywood Broun IWAS .‘peaking. I think, only the other day about the past and of the illustrious names in our history. It seemed to me that would be not possible for us to turn into any close communion with o’, r dead. A great man dies deeply. His spirit does nd. walk through the land where he lived, for soon the path is blotted out by a shadow. Even as the earth is turned a legend is loosed. At first this legend may be very like, but soon It waxes into something taller and more monstrous.

bigger than the man himself Jp all respects save thickness. And there is nothing left of the texture of this one who was a human being. The man sparkled wh*>n the sunlight was on him and he was ruffled by the winds. God compounded him out of good and evil and gave him wit and folly. Memory re-creates him into a silhouette, smooth of surface as the pages of a school-book history. In the magnification the shears have gone awry here and there, and false contours billow from the outline. a a a Seed Better Connection

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IT is a pity. In desperate times there is confusion when people cry that we should be governed by one dead hand or another. Mr. Mills speaks of McKinley. Mr. Lippmann of Thomas JefTerson and stanch old Carter Glass harks back to George Washington, whom he knew’ dimly as a boy. I think the answer ought to be that no dead hand will do. If any of the elder statesmen are competent to conjure up the dead in the garb, speech and psychology which they wore in life I, for one, will be attentive. But if the best which they can offer is some little comer of a state paper or a paragraph from a personal letter I am not impressed. In their own day these gentlemen changed their minds. They might do so again if they were still functioning. I reject the notion that their thoughts were frozen simply because the wind switched from west to east. a a a Even in City Rooms MY personal experience in statesmanship is limited to something less than zero, but I have lived under the dad hand of the departed great and found it irksome. Upon at least two papers which had the good fortune to employ me we were tormented by a tradition. “J. P. would not have had It thus.” or “If W. E. were still alive he'd never stand for that headline which you’ve written.” These points were always raised by some old fossil around the shop who rated a pension and did not have one. We who never knew “J. P.” or “W. E.” could only growl ungratefully and labor to get on with the task in spite of the criticism of those who felt that they maintained direct phone connection with the spirit world. Once the initials and the fame and name of “J. P.” were pressed upon me a couple of times too often, and I bridled. I was young, timorous and engaged only upon a single month's trial, and even so I spoke up and said: "If you can get ‘J. P.' to write this head that's swell by me. But he's been dead these fifteen years. I don't expect to see him around, I haven't seen him around, and, to be perfectly frank, I don’t want to see him around. Accordingly, this job I have in hand is up to me and I can't be bothered with what a dead pioneer may have thought about it. Let me alone!” Os course, in those days when I expected to die a sensational and a brilliant death at 40 I had the hope that after I was gone my fellow-craftsmen might tiptoe softly and say: "H. B. would have taken this attitude upon that question.” Long before this delusion of grandeur became set in my mind I became aware of the fact that I did not rate a place among the immortals. It was quite evident to me that nobody would speak of “Dana, Greely, Brisbane and Broun.” I am omitting several way stations. And even so I will contend that there are several newspaper contingencies in which I might very well be more capable than any of the famous men, living or dead, whom I have mentioned. For instance, I would take Horace Greeley on any October afternoon and lay him ten to one that I would be able to write a better story about the W’orld series ball game. a a a Greeley Couldn't Keep Score GREELEY was and is likely to remain a journalist far above my most optimistic dream of stature. Just the same, the old gentleman did not know the difference between a sacrifice hit and a fielder’s choice. And whenever he chooses to walk the earth I will explain to him in great detail this fine point of our national recreation. I am just a little bit afraid that we are straying. but my point goes about like this: “Let the dead bury their dead, and let the living make our laws and write our newspaper columns.” The ghosts won't mind. They had their chance. (Copyright. 1934. by The Times'

Your Health ■nv DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN =

WATCH your children, especially when they are between Sand 5 years, for any sign of infection of their joints. And. while you’re watching them, be on guard against use of infected milk, because that's the medium through which the youngsters are most likely to become infected with the disease called tuberculosis of the joints. In fact, tuberculosis of the bones and joints more frequently follows infection through milk than does tuberculosis of the lungs. This type of tuberculosis is one of the most difficult disea’ses for medical treatment, largely because of the way in which it is associated with tuberculosis elsewhere in the body. If your doctor could treat this disease alone, and , ignore the rest of the body, he could do much more than is possible today, to cure the stricken child. Usually one one joint is affected, but sometimes several joints beocme diseased. You can tell it by a swelling of the joint, a rise in temperature, pain in motion, and then a disability and stiffness of the j ° l The child will be disturbed during sleep and will let you know about it by crying out during the night. O O tt BECAUSE the disease generally affects the whole body, the child will get sicker, lose weight, and become inactive. ... The doctor examines the joint with the X-ray, to tell how far destruction of the bone has gone, and he tak-s the skin test for tuberculosis. He also tan withdraw material from the infected area, inject it into a guinea pig. and discover whether tuberculosis develops in this test animal. Today, treatment begun early and carefully controlled will bring about successful results in a great many cases. The first thing the doctor does is to -immobilize” the joint by putting it into splints to prevent muscle spasms, which tend to produce deformities, and to prevent pain. a a a IN the case of an ankle, a plaster of paris cast is put on to keep the foot at the proper angle with the leg. At the same time, the joint is treatea with ultra-violet rays. While such treatment occasionally may be done at home, it is best applied in institutions especially equipped for this purpose. Direct sun treatment is particularly beneficial, because it provides an outdoor atmosphere. Thl* type of treatment is not a matter of days or weeks, but of months. In one case, this treatment lasted three years. The child should be protected from over-exposure to sun treatment. If the sun is very hot, there should be less exposure, and if the weather is too cold, the t .Intent may be omitted rather than have the r‘„.d suffer from chill. Sometimes an operation is necessary to remove abscesses.

‘WE MAKE YOUR NEWSPAPER’

George Denny — Cowboy, Golfer, Newspaper Man —and Wit

Thl* It the twenty-ieeond f The Indlantpoll* Timet teriei on the member* of it teditorial itafT. lodav's article it about George If. Denny. BY NORMAN E. ISAACS, Times New* Editor GEORGE H. DENNY of The Indianapolis Times met a lawyer friend in a drugstore. The attorney friend was in high dudgeon, mostly because he had Just come back from the Indianapolis Power and Light Company's office where, he told George, it had taken him an hour to get a simple little transaction disposed of. The clerks, he told George, were rude. The service was terrible. He was disgusted. “You ought to write a story about it,” he said. George did. It was a whimsical little yarn about the young attorney and his wanderings through the maze of offices. It took an hour, George wrote, for the young attorney to save 40 cents on a special billing for his refrigerator. Scarcely a week later, George walked into the Pow’er and Light Company office—to get a special billing for his refrigerator service. Clerks leaped to their feet, smiles wreathing their faces. A pained look passed over George's face. Poor clerks caught Hail Columbia, thought George. Too bad. George paused in front of one clerk, explained w’hat he wanted. “Yes. sir,” said the clerk briskly. “No trouble at all, sir. What's the address, sir?” “741 Berkely road," said George. “And the name?” smiled the clerk. “George H. Denny.” The clerk's head snapped up, like a private coming to attention.

Round eyes stared at George. “Where do you work?” came the surprising question. “The Indianapolis Times,” smiled George. “Ah—Yes, sir. We will attend to it, sir. Good-by.” George went out. He stopped and looked back. “Now, I wonder,” he said aloud, “if I’ll get that special billing. I wonder.” a a a George denny is just like his stories —dry humor. His face rarely changes expression, but the homely humor of a philosopher passes off his tongue continually. His biggest fault is that he’s an incorrible punster. He simply can’t be cured and some day, he is going to be swatted on the head with a typewriter—probably a typewriter from The Times office. For George spares none. His puns are good—if puns ever can be good. A tall, rangy young fellow, George is the office’s golf champion. He shoots in the seventies and he’s won several club championships—notably at Woodstock. He also is the office champion outdoor sportsman. He loves the outdoors and he admits he fires a pretty good shot. “And he’ll walk four miles to catch one fish,” chimed in one of the office pals. a a a BORN in Indianapolis on April 5, 1905, George Denny—son of George L. Denny, local attorney—has been variously a “professional cowboy” on a dude ranch, a furniture assembler, a park policeman, insurance agent and newspaper man. Fairly lazy, he managed to produce enough occasional spurts of energy to graduate from Technical high school in 1923, and then go to Wabash, from which he w’as graduated in 1927. At Wabash he studied zoology, played tennis and golf, and helped organize the Wabash golf team, which claimed the state championship its first year. The team defeated every opponent, but failed to meet Purdue. The Purdue team, however, was beaten, by a team Wabash had defeated. Thus the claim. From Wabash, George went to Arizona, where he helped to build a “dude ranch.” He stayed after it was finished, washing dishes, making beds, cooking, and guiding “dudes.”

ROUNDING ROUND TI-Tir A T'UDQ WITH WALTER 1 ilI H/IvO D. HICKMAN

YOU have been telling me that you have been watching and waitin’ for a sweet romantic love story. You have been telling me that only Janet Gaynor could give you that sort of a movie.

in gw i am rauing you uiai, “Carolina” is in town and that Janet Gaynor is in the cast. Here is a sweet moonlight litttle story which goes back to memories of the Civil war, and then shows the result of that

war upon family pride and even upon Cupid in high and low places. Miss Gaynor is a poor little orphan trying to bring up two little brothers by raising tobacco on part of the great, but poverty-stricken estate of the house of Connelly. Janet is just "w h i t e trash” to Mrs.

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Connelly, who lives in poverty, but in‘ the imagination of the splendor when Connelly Hall was the center of the south. Her son. plaved bv Robert Young, goes ga-ga in the right way over dear little Janet. His proud and haughty mother, played in a splendid vinegar way by Henrietta Crosman, makes a mess out of the love affair until Robert kicks over the traces. Then peace, prosperity and love come to troubled Connelly Hall. I haven't told you yet that Lionel Barrymore, made up as a proud but poverty stricken Uncle Connelly, who even mooches four bits for his cigars, is magnificent. Here is Barrymore acting which will nestle in your memory box for months and months to come. Here is character work that stacks up not only as individual but as grand acting of the old school. Barrymore's voice has been magnificently recorded this time. His death is a tragic one as it is suicide when he realizes that the love life of Janet and Robert is being ruined by false family pride, just as his was forty years ago. The suicide has been cleverly indicated. The director was most wise in that. MR. MONTGOMERY makes a good-looking and an unaffected .romantic lover for Miss Gaynor. Many of their love scenes come under the head of just being too sweet for words. Those scenes make “Carolina” a fine date night movie. Miss Gaynor always appeals

Russell Boardman, famed transAtlantic flier, was George’s boss and while George denies vehemently that he ever was a cowboy, the fact remains that he rode a horse and did all a cowboy’s work except round up cows—and there were no cows on that ranch. After leaving the ranch, George worked on all sort* of odd jobs in Arizona and Colorado, coming back home to Indianapolis for Christmas, 1928. He decided he liked the hometown hearthstone, so he got himself a job in a furniture factory. He claims he put chair legs together. “Or anyway,” he explains, “I put together the things that make chairs later on.” a a K THEN our Mr. Denny started to be a park policeman. It was at Pleasant Run, and he was a ranger, “keeping ’em in line.” One day at a far end of the coursfc. he sighted three Negroes searching for balls. Ht ordered them off. All three charged him. George sized up the situation magnificently. He took to his heels, the trio behind him. Across a narrow, one-man bridge he fled. He pulled up at the end of the bridge and smiled as the pursuing trio came on, single file, across the bridge. Mr. Denny took a firm grip on the niblick in his hand and took a few practice swings. All three stopped in the middle of the bridge. They eyed George anxiously. That gentleman measured his swing and took a particularly vicious cut at nothing in particular. The three on the bridge conferred. A foursome hove into view and the trio disappeared, swiftly. a a a IT was about that time that George went into the insurance business. Mr. Denny and Miss Mary Lois Ketcham, a charming and witty young lady of this city, decided to get married. Parents objected. They wera too young, they were told. So George and Mary Lois made a “date” to see the Wabash homecoming football game on Nov. 23, 1929. A couple joined them. At Danville, Ind., the party halted and Mary Lois and George procured a license to wed.

when she is wearing cheap little gingham dresses, and she is in such attire most of the time. In several of the dream flash backs she wears some old-fash-ioned gowns that make her a regular darling. Now, do not get the wrong impression that this is a Civil war costume picture. It isn’t, because the war is indicated by one blast of the cannon. I wish ail real wars could be started and finished as rapidly. “Carolina” has a beautiful, musical background, with the Negroes singing their plantation songs in their own way. There is a lot of natural comedy along with the drama, the melodrama and the romance in “Carolina.” I sincerely believe that if you are a Janet Gaynor fan this is the movie you have Been waiting for. Now at the Apollo. CITY GENERAL FUND INCREASED BY $75,000 Bonding Companies of Defunct Firm Pay Deposit. Increase of $75,000 in the city general fund was shown yesterday following payment of checks by two bonding companies of the defunct Aetna Savings and Trust Company. The United States Fidelity and Guaranty Company gave a $50,000 check and the Ujiion Insurance Company of Indiana gave a $25,000 check, representing the portion of a $97,721 deposit which they guaranteed. LAW SCHOOL ANNUAL ANNOUNCES NEW STAFF Arthur K. Group Named Editor of 1934 Demurrer Staff which will publish the Demurrer, annual of the Benjamin Harrrison law school, was announced todav. It includes Arthur K. Group, editor; Miss Lucille Smith, Harold Hansen and Horace M. Coats, associate editors: Richard G. Stewart, business manager: George Ober, art editor; Faris Deputy, treasurer; John M. Burke, subscriptions; Miss Mary Lou Patterson and Miss Bonnie L. Miller, photography.

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There's no horse in the picture, but nevertheless it is George Denny of The Times, onetime cowboy. He’s the office’s golf champion—and an alleged wit.

At Ladoga, they halted to get married. At Crawfordsville, they paused to celebrate the wedding with a luncheon. They were on time for the game, although neither admits remembering much about it. The schemers decided to keep things quiet for a while, but the Danville weekly paper published the license notice the following Saturday. The Danville weekly had more circulation than they had imagined. Every one of their friends and acquaintances claimed to have read the license notice. That ended that secret. Mr. and Mrs. Denny, by the way, have one son. His name is Christopher and he is twenty-one months old. Don’t ask George about him. For George will bore you to death telling about his infant. Some fathers are that way, you know. In the middle of last year, George joined The Times. He w’as placed on the copy desk, told how many units w’ent into such* and-such a head and was handed a story.

FORMER SENATOR DIES IN WASHINGTON Heart v Disease Is Fatal to Gilbert Hitchcock. By United Pres* WASHINGTON, Feb. 3.—Former United States Senator Gilbert M. Hitchcock, 74, of Nebraska, publisher of the Omaha World-Herald, died today. He had been suffering from heart disease. A member of congress for eighteen years, Mr. Hitchcock waged the unsuccessful fight for ratification of the Versailles treaty during the Wilson administration when he was chairman of the senate foreign relations committee. Tests indicate that high frequency electricity may be used to kill weevils and other pests stored in grain.

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“Copy-read it,” said his boss, “and head it up.” A few minutes later, George handed it back, headline on and all. The boss looked at George out of the corner of his eye. He handed him another. Same performance. After the fourth incident of the kind, the boss leaned over. “Ever work on a desk before?” he said. “Never,” said George. “Hmm,” said the boss. That was all he ever said. But he’s still wondering. a a a \ FTER a few months on the copy desk, George was sent on the late police shift. He’s still there, but he fills in his mornings writing features and stories about the Power and Light company. He admits that he eyed politics enviously for a while, but decided he’d rather be a newspaper man, “because it’s a quicker way to get things done.” A Republican by birth and heredity. George Denny is a progres-

Mouthful Soup to Nuts in Three States. TNDIANA’S gross Income and sales tax has railroad officials worried. One of them has appealed to Clarence E. Jackson, director of the income tax department, for solution of the following proolem: A passenger boarded the train in Illinois and immediately went into the diner and ordered a meal. It was served as the train entered Indiana. Eating leisurely, Mr. Passenger didn’t get around to paying for the meal until the train was in Ohio. In such a case, does the railroad owe a sales tax here? Mr. Jackson admitted that he didn’t know either.

By George Clark

sive in the true sense of the word. He thinks there should be five or six political parties in the nation so “no one party should ever have a preponderance of power.” Intensely interested in politics, he is by nature a crusader. Nothing satisfies him and his idea of the scheme of life is that everything could be just a little bit better. Frank and affable, he is a mild mannered young fellow who hates any sport in which he can not take part himself. “If I can’t play, I’d sooner fish all day and not catch a thing, is the way he puts it. His ambition is to live in the country “out of the smoke,” and his hobby ,is teaching Christopher K. Denny, 21 months, new tricks. The other day George walked in, a bump behind his ear. He admitted his infant had hurled the talcum powder can at papa—and had landed. “Well,” said George. “I wanted him to have a pretty good wring, but I guess he took me too seriously.” Next—Jane Jordan.

PLAN CHARITY BAZAR TO AIDJILK FUND Party Will Be Held in K. of C. Auditorium. A three-day milk fund party and bazar will be held at the Knights of Columbus auditorium, Thirteenth and Delaware streets, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, Feb. 8, 9 and 10. The affair is sponsored by the Daughters of Isabella and the Knights of Columbus local council. Mrs. Catherine Hallinan is general chairman, assisted by Miss Hannah Dugan. Committee chairmen are Mrs. John Clancy, card party; Miss Agnes Mahoney, children’s party; Mrs. James Rocap, Halls of Monte Carlo; Mrs. Robert Fessler, ticket chairman; Miss Edna Buennagel, Bingo palace; Mrs. B. T. Jones and Mrs. Costello, comer grocery; Miss Emilia Vanier, parcel post headquarters; Mrs. Arthur J. Schulmeyer and Mrs. Edward Meunier, avenue of pleasure; Mrs. Frank Kirkhoff, coffee shoppe; Mrs. W. W. Drake, German village; Miss Mary M. Ryan, baby land, and Miss Louise Obergfell, finance. Card playing is scheduled for Thursday and Friday afternoons with a children’s party Saturday afternoon. COUNTY AUTOMOBILE SALES SHOW INCREASE Ford Leads Procession in Low-Price Field. Sale of automobiles in Marion county for January, 1934, showed a marked improvement over the ! sales for the same period a year | ago. Several makes of cars doubled or trebled in sales this year. In the low price field, Ford was in the vanguard with 140 cars sold in the county for the month. Plymout was next with 94 and Chevrolet third with 77. There were few sales in the high-price range. ALLEGES NEGRO BOY ATTEMPTED ATTACK Police Seek 13-Year-Old Who Reportedly Accosted Girl. Police today were seeking a Negro youth, about 13, fololwed by a white dog, who last night grabbed Miss Iris LeFever, 19, of 1628 Dawson j street, and attempted to attack her, J The incident occurred at Villa ! avenue and Pleasant Run boulevard. Struggling with the youth, Miss LeFever was knocked to the pavement, the assailant fleeing when she screamed. •

Fair Enough By Westbrook Pegler I MUST make it a point to poke my beaming countenance into the eating quarters of some of the major league football teams and boat crews within the next year to ascertain whether the wide-eyed innocence of 180 pounds and up who are just the type to go out shooting people and vice varsa in the wars, are being corrupted in their morals and stunted in their growth by pints of ale now that prohibition is off and the President has sold out to satan. This is one of the dreadful possibilities of repeal and a person of my morbid and doleful disposition naturally would be happy to know the worst

and blab it around and about. I am just optimistic enough, in my brooding way. to anticipate some grade-A debauchery at the training tables, with waiters passing along behind the places and setting down a pint from the devil's cauldron at each adolescent's plate and some of the weaker characters clamoring for seconds and the whole pack of them finally lurching off to fall stupefied upon their bunks. The situation gives promise of some revolting scenes. In fact, I am given to understand that even as early as this the Yales of the Hockey team have been plied with as many as

two pints of ale on college grounds at Cambridge following a contest there, and I only hope that A. A. Stagg. out in California, will not hear of this because Mr. Stagg might feel pretty badly upset about it all. Mr. Stagg established a famous good example for the Yales when, as an undergraduate, many years ago, he clamped his teeth and shoved a glass of beer away after the boys had carried him on their shoulders all the way from the ball-yard down to the saloon to celebrate a victory over Harvard. For an instant he was tempted, not by desire, to be sure, but by curiosity to know what beer might taste like and a reckless impulse to see whether one false step might lead him to the brink of a drunkard's grave. a a a Most Athletes Took Their Beer BUT just at the instant when foam might have flecked his lip he made up his mind for life and to this day he doesn't know whether he would have licked the demon because he has always ducked the match. Recalling the sinfulness of the years before prohibition, I am reminded that it was considered quite o. k. for a college to set the stuff that evil is made of, a pint per man, before each place at many of the training tables. There were some characters so strong that they always turned their glasses upside down, but strength of character has its limitations, and as a rule, these moral parties were willing to talk business with their neighbors around the table whose veins were set on fire by the standard onepint ration and who wished to guzzle as many as two. I could unfold some tales of sordidness of the prohibition era, too, and tell for instance of a time when a Yale football team went out to the University of Chicago to play a game with Mr. Stagg's own team and, when it w’as over, broke training and the law on beer at a private dinner which they gave themselves. To their credit be it said, however, that they (<id not seduce any of Mr. Stagg's own boys, although a cynic might infer no great decency from that, but merely that they wanted all their beer themselves. The Yales seem to have been pretty bad characters all through prohibition because it was a matter of general knowledge among the sport profession that those players who beer often were given the best there was to be had by way of relaxation after their contests. This beer might contain much silt, seaweed and insect life, to be sure, but one didn’t hold one’s beer up to the light in those days. However, it was beer by intent and the morality of such drinking was as bad as though it had just been rolled off a coast guard cutter in a keg plastered over with Munich labels. a a Yale Might Have Been Padlocked LOOKING back now, it is a wonder to me that the authorities didn't padlock Yale, and it is no wonder at all that so many of the Yales, after their training amid such goings-on at school, head straight for Wall Street upon their graduation. One school, I am certain, never gave ale or beer to an athlete when prohibition was the law and will not now. That would be Southern Methodist university. At Southern Methodist the custom originated of giving the athletes from one to a half-dozen lumps of sugar before or during a football game, a practice which no man could attack on moral or legal grounds. They gave the players sugar because sugar they said, was quickly converted into alcohol within the body and imparted the same fillip that might be received from a hooker of bourbon. If an athlete seemed a little further down than the others they gave him the sugar equivalent to two hookers of bourbon and brought him back up, quite sober, you may be sure, within the meaning of the act, but in a frame of mind and body equivalent to that condition which is known as fighting drunk. I don’t think they will bother with beer at Southern Methodist. It doesn’t pack the kick. (CoDvrlsht. 1934. by Unite and Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

Today's Science j, . A._ BY DAVID DIETZ

FORTY sounding balloons are to be sent into the stratosphere by scientists of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The balloons, carrying delicate recording instruments, will be released from Lambert Field Airport, St. Louts, Mo., sometime within the next few week. This announcement gains increased interest in the light of news from Russia that the balloon, Syrius rose to a height, of 1294 miles, anew world record for stratosphere flights. Each of the M. I. T. balloons is about four feet in diameter when inflated. The instruments, which are of special design, weigh only a few ounces. Automatically, they will record temperature, humidity and atmospheric pressure. The instruments will be inclosed in bamboo, shock-absorbing frames. As the balloons mount higher and higher into the stratosphere, their internal gas pressure will be counteracted by the smaller and smaller pressures from the atmosphere. Asa result, the balloons "will expand until they finally burst. Fragments of the broken balloons are expected to slow up the descent of the instrument frames sufficiently to bring them down without damage. It is hoped that most of the balloons will reach an altitude of at least tw r elve miles. a a a PROFESSOR CARL G. ROSSBY, director of the M. I. T. Meteorological Laboratory, will direct the stratosphere studies at St. Louis. Dr. J. Bjerknes, famous Norwegian meteorologist who is now a visitor at M. I. TANARUS., will co-operate with Dr. Hurd C. Willett of the M. I. T. staff in making the weather forecasts upon which release of the balloons will depend. Each balloon will bear an identification tag offering a reward of $5 to the finder, provided the instruments and their records are not tampered with. For two years now, M. I. T. has been using an airplane to make high altitude observation fights over New England in a program of research on weather conditions. Lieutenant Henry B. Harris, research pilot of the plane, will go to St. Louis to make several flights daily three when the stratosphere tests are in progress. The proposed studies have been made possible by a grant of SB,OOO from the Rockefeller Foundation. a a a THE United States army also has its eyes on the stratosphere and is making plans to snatch the stratosphere laurels from the navy. The army air corps is planning to build the largest free balloon ever constructed for a flight to be made next summer. It will have a capacity of 3,000,000 cubic feet, nearly half the size of the big dirigible the Macon. It will be five times the size of the balloon used last summer by Lieutenant-Commander T. G. W. Settle of tnl navy and Major Chester L. Fordney of the marine corps. '

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